Finding the diamond dart

THE fire in the great hall burned brightly to welcome Lady Dunstone’s guests to the event of the season, the Dunstone Manor Christmas Ball. The Manor was splendid this year. Snow glittered on the tree

MISS, I say hold on!” a distant male voice called. Briefly glancing over her shoulder while emerging from Evelyn’s the furriers, Molly Warley smartened her pace and continued walking along London’s Sl

IT was two days until Christmas and the afternoon sky was blue and crisp as Lydia’s car pulled up in front of the magnificent Bristol Hotel. Why was it called the Bristol? she wondered. It was nowhere

It was Christmas once again, and Matilda would need her magical woodland spirit more than ever

In celebration of the author’s 250th year, Bethany Stone delves into the small but significant role of horses in Jane Austen’s fiction

Settling into her new life at the abbey, Matilda still yearned to see her loved ones